Seeing that Lin Fengsheng snatched the sword in his hand and seriously injured the two junior disciples, the man was furious, and the tiger roared and pounced on Lin Fengsheng. The woman stepped forward and said, "Young man, I'll deal with him." Please go help my grandfather. He swung his sword and fought with the man.

Lin Fengsheng said: "Okay, be careful yourself." After that, he walked a few steps and waved his palm to shake away a sword that stabbed a person at the old man, and the man returned to the sword and slashed Lin Fengsheng's arm, Lin Fengsheng did not retreat but advanced, the blade of the sword slashed against the sleeve of his shirt, and a palm hit the man's right rib, and the man turned over and fell to the ground.

The old man rose up and punched the other person straight out of the jaw, and he also reached the point where the oil ran out and the lamp dried up, and his body shook a few times and fell to the sky. Lin Fengsheng grabbed an arrow step to hold on, and called "old-timer" twice.

The woman was slightly distracted by the anger, slapped her shoulder, gritted her silver teeth, and said, "Don't you want a sword, take it!" and threw the sword with a whizz. The man stretched out his hand and copied it, and he caught the sword, and said with a sneer: "We want the sword, but not this mouth, I advise you to hand over the sword obediently." ”

The woman ignored him, ran to the old man and wept: "Grandpa, you have to hold on, Yun'er will go and invite Langzhong." Lin Fengsheng stood awe-inspiringly to prevent a few people from attacking again.

Five of the six Shuramen people had been injured, lying on the ground and moaning without falling, and the only person standing was also cowardly in his heart, pointing at Lin Fengsheng and saying viciously: "Boy, even if you have a kind, do you dare to leave a number?"

Lin Fengsheng said proudly: "Lin Fengsheng, a disciple of the Ancestor of the Guigu Sect, you can remember. He didn't have a teacher, and there was no such thing as the Guigu sect on the rivers and lakes, thinking that his martial arts were learned from Guiguzi's suicide note, so he might as well claim to be his disciple.

The man said, "Okay, I'll let you go today, and I'm going to tear you to pieces in the future!" he said, picking everyone up and turning away.

Lin Fengsheng said: "People can go, but they must leave Miss Yun'er's sword behind." ”

The man gritted his teeth and threw his sword on the ground, and everyone slowly walked away with each other's arms, scolding all the way.

Lin Fengsheng picked up the sword, only to see that the old man's face was like gold paper, his breathing was weak, and he said hurriedly: "Girl, where is Langzhong here? ”

The woman named Yun'er sobbed and said, "There is a Qingxi town thirty miles to the south, and there is Langzhong in the town." Then it's tiring for the young man. ”

The old man's closed eyes opened slightly, and he said in a weak voice: "Young man don't have to bother, the old man can't do it." The old man has something to ask for, and he hopes that the young man will agree. ”

Lin Fengsheng said: "The seniors, please say, the younger generations must obey." ”

Yun'er cried: "Grandpa, don't say such unlucky words, you will definitely get better." ”

The old man smiled bitterly: "Grandpa also wants to get better, and he also wants to take care of my good granddaughter for the rest of his life, alas, but there are some facts that are unreasonable." Tilting his head slightly, he looked at Lin Fengsheng and said: "The young man walked forward when he saw the injustice, which shows the high righteousness, and the old man is grateful." It's just that Yun'er has been dependent on her husband since she was a child, and when the old man leaves, she will be helpless. Therefore, the old man wants to ask the young man to take care of him, even if it is a girl for you, and I hope that the young man will take the trouble to agree to the old man's request. ”

Lin Fengsheng's nose was sore, tears came out of his eyes, and he choked up: "Please rest assured that the seniors will definitely take care of Miss Yun'er." I wanted to say a few words of comfort, but I couldn't say a word in my throat.

The old man squeezed out a smile on his wrinkled face, nodded slightly, held Yun'er's hand and said, "After grandpa leaves, you have to learn to take care of yourself and listen to this young man's words." As long as you can be safe, your grandfather will be relieved. ”

Yun'er hugged the old man's head and neck and tears poured out, and said in a loud voice: "Grandpa, you will be fine, Yun'er only needs grandpa to take care of it alone." ”

The old man's voice became weaker and weaker, and he said intermittently: "That sword...... You went and took the gift...... Give it to this young man, you must not... It can't fall into the hands of others, especially the people of Shuramon, otherwise Grandpa ...... Die with a grievance or everlasting regret. ”

Yun'er said: "Yun'er must kill these thieves and avenge grandpa." ”

The old man shook his head and said, "Don't ...... Don't take revenge, you have to promise grandpa...... Live well. Remember?"

Yun'er just shook her head, unable to cry. The old man said sharply: "You don't listen to grandpa...... Isn't it? You want to make ...... Grandpa is under the Nine Springs...... Don't you have peace?"

Yun'er wiped the blood stains for the old man with a handkerchief, and cried: "I'm obedient, Yun'er listens to grandpa for everything, I just beg grandpa not to leave Yun'er." ”

The old man showed a look of satisfaction on his face, and suddenly coughed, the look in his eyes slowly disappeared, and he closed his eyes peacefully. Yun'er shouted "grandpa" hysterically, and cried loudly on the old man.

Although Lin Fengsheng had no relationship with the old man for no reason, looking at Yun'er's thin back and the old man's bloodstained body, he looked particularly desolate and solemn in a barren grass, and couldn't help but stand in the mountain wind and cry bitterly.

Lin Fengsheng and Yun'er buried the old man, kowtowed respectfully in front of the grave, and said: "Seniors, the younger generations will live up to your trust and treat Yun'er as their own sister and sister." May the predecessors ascend to bliss and be free from reincarnation forever. ”

Yun'er was very grateful in her heart, Ying Ying bowed, Lin Fengsheng hurriedly stretched out her hand to help her up, and said: "People can't be resurrected after death, and I hope that the girl's festival will change." Yun'er answered softly, and then fell down in front of the grave and cried.

Lin Fengsheng didn't know how to persuade him, so he had to sit quietly aside, and said in his heart: "I might as well recite a scripture, so that I can surpass the souls of the old-timers." As soon as he groaned, he muttered: "Nan Wu Drink Raktana, Dora Night, Nan Wu Ah Ya, Brahru, Shuo Bo Yaye." Bodhisattva Bhavaya. What Mahasabaya Mahabaya, Kalunigaya ...... "recited is a mantra of great compassion of the Thousand Hands and Thousand Eyes Avalokiteshvara Vast Perfection Unhindered Great Compassion Dharani Sutra", which is commonly known as the Great Compassion Mantra.

Yun'er listened to his self-talking, but she couldn't understand a word, gradually stopped crying, and asked softly, "Lin Shaoxia, what are you reading?"

Lin Fengsheng said: "I am chanting for my predecessors, so that his old man can transcend reincarnation and enjoy immortal blessings forever." After speaking, he read it word by word: "Nan Wu drank Hello Na, Duo Lu Ye, Nan Wu Ah Ya Ya Po Yao Ji Di Shuo Wan Ye Su Po He." Om, Siddiandu.Manduo ......" He repeated it three times before he stopped.

Yun'er said: "What kind of scripture is this? Can you teach me to read it?" Lin Fengsheng said: "This is the great compassion mantra of Guanyin Bodhisattva, I will copy the scripture and send it to you another day." ”

Yun'er's sadness calmed down slightly, and a hint of joy appeared on her pretty face, and she said: "Thank you Lin Shaoxia, I will recite for my grandfather every day in the future, and ask the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva to bless my grandfather with no illness and no disasters in the underworld, peace and joy." ”

Lin Fengsheng said: "Dare to ask the girl, what kind of treasure do the people of the Shura Sect want to get, and they are so mad?"

Yun'er said leisurely: "That's a sword, which was forged by grandpa himself." ”

Lin Fengsheng said: "It turns out that the predecessor is a sword-casting master?" Yun'er nodded and said: "Grandpa was originally a famous swordsmith in the Southern Dynasty, our surname is Zhang, and we are the descendants of Zhang Yajiu, a sword-casting master in the Tang Dynasty. ”

Lin Fengsheng also heard Zhang Yajiu's name from the poems of the great poet Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty, and the poem said: "A thousand years after the death of Ou Zhizi, the elves secretly taught Zhang Yajiu, and the crows cast the sword in Wu Mountain, and the gods borrowed the power of the sky and the sun." Hearing that this girl was actually his descendant, he was in awe and said, "It turns out that the girl is the descendant of Master Zhang, and she is disrespectful!"

Yun'er said: "Young heroes don't need to be polite, and swordsmiths are usually tight." After a pause, he said: "Grandpa has cast a lot of sharp weapons in his life, and many people in the martial arts have come to seek it, but grandpa is not an ordinary blacksmith, and it is not easy to get the sword he casts." Grandpa once said that swords can only be matched with heroes, because he thought that real heroes and chivalrous swords were cast, grandpa never charged a penny, if the evil villain was to offer more gold and silver treasures, grandpa was all rejected. These people couldn't ask for it, so they robbed it for the rest of their lives, and finally killed my parents. My grandfather closed the mountain and fled to Dali with me, where I lived in seclusion. ”

Lin Fengsheng said: "Senior Zhang understands the righteousness and refuses to cast murder weapons for the gangsters, which is really admirable and lamentable. He also asked, "Since the predecessors have closed the mountain and retreated, why are the people of the Shura Sect still pestering?"